I understand, where your coming from,
But do you understand, what you have done,
What have you done, where's all this coming from,
You used to be so different, you used to be my dear friend,
Why is this happening, tell me why this is happening

Curious eyes observe your gazes
Longing to be captivated with her beauty.
Expressions of love are handed out with killer smiles attempting to lure in her beauty.
I declare
" I do not care"
But these are empty words
Curious eyes are stung with tears
My beauty ignored.

Your hugs bring about a smile from underneath the shards
Only to be torn into bits of bitterness
For my beauty is of no importance.

The sun is too distant to hold much merit
but close for the feels to increase in intensity.
The Moon is a reminder: closeness does not mean closeness obtained.

But I will savor those moments when we do come close
Even if I can't have your love

I just sat down
To save my face
To save the frown
I turned away
I saved my pride
So he couldn't see me die inside

I need reasons
I need answers
I need to know
I need to know why

Why is nothing I do okay?
Why can't I do any thing right?
Why do they love to torture me?
Why to the point I cry myself to sleep at night?

What did I ever do?
What have I done to you?
What do you want from me?
What do you think you can see?

Tell me what I have to do?
Tell me how I can help you?
Tell me cause I really want to!
Tell me what I've done wrong, to who?

I know its all on me,
I know I'm the one to blame,
I know I carry all the shame,
I know all about the blame and shame,

But I just don't know,
Tell me the reason,
Give me the answers,
Let me know,
Why it hurts so bad.

That boy he drives me mad
he drives me up the walls
he drives me out the house
he drives me down the halls

No matter what I say
he always has his way
so day after day
were all just characters in his little play

But I know its all in vain
how I play his little game
I may not be the flame
but I'm the one to blame

Nothing more is just
for we all live in lust
but still in him I trust
I have no choice I must
because through all the lust, the distrust, and 'all the unjust

That boy he drives me to screws
he drives me to blues
he drives me furious
he drives me curious

That boy,
'he 'drives 'me.